Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or, sadly, ikea. I know that Sealand is older, but I really like him as a little kid.

"Perkele!" Tino slammed the front door as he entered his and his 'husband' Berwald's small house on an island between their countries. As always, it was snowing out. "Nothing! That goddamn furniture store doesn't have any suitable beds!"

This had peaked said husband's interest as his Finnish wife nearly never swore, and absolutely never in front of their adopted son, Peter, who preferred to stay with them instead of on the abandoned military base that he was. Luckily he was too busy colouring his transformers colouring book to realize his mom had even come home. "Wh't 's wr'ng w'th 'r b'd?" He asked in his heavy Swedish accent.

"Well, I love Peter and all, but it's too crowded with him in it too." Finland sighed, unraveling his heavy winter gear that Sweden insisted he wore so he wouldn't get frostbite. "He needs his own bed in his own room... And I need him to have his own bed too."

"I th'nk y' 'r r'ght." Berwald certainly wasn't biased by what Tino was implying. Not that he wasn't thinking it too, that part of his life was certainly was affected by having a child.

"Well there's nothing we can do for now. I'm gonna go take a shower." Tino got up and walked over to the master bathroom for a very long shower, he always took longer showers when he was frustrated. This, however, gave Sweden a plan to launch his hastily made plan.

~A substantial amount of time later~

"What's it you wanted to show me." The Finnish man asked as his husband parked the car in the crowded parking lot.

"Y'll s' s'n." Berwald led him and Peter, who was enchanted by the blue and yellow exterior of the building and the chaos of the grand opening. A man in a clown suit handed him a piece of paper that read 'free Swedish Meatballs.'

"Look Mama! The nice man gave me something, what does it say?" He was amazingly unfazed by the quite frankly creepy clown.

"Berwald, what does thi-" His words dropped as the walked through the sliding glass doors. "Is this what I think it is?"

"N'w y' c'n b'y P't'r h's b'd." Berwald replied, holding Peter's hand tightly to keep him from chasing after the Shinatty-chan holding balloons.

"Did you make this for me?"

"I m'de 't f'r 'v'ry'ne. B't m'stly y'."

I know it's short, but I wanted to write one before school song and I was listening to JoCo

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